Imagine a leaf in the morning dew.
Green and vibrant but yet elegant and soft with a vibrant green glow.
As the seasons pass the dew stops and turns to frost as the world twists to a new shade of white.
The leaf suffocates under the blanket of snow and holds its breath.
But as the world twists again ringing out the snow like a old cloth. The leaf takes its last breath, blows away in the morning sunrise and disintegrates on the wind.
The journey of that leaf is over.
But as a bud grows where the leaf once basked in the summer sun. a new leaf will take a risk and soak in the sun before the crisp winters of Vermont descends once again.